Enchanter

Chapter 7

"Stop, you can't help him now," Eli warned Cas as he approached Joshua.

"No," he replied, "he needs help." He walked over to the tree and cut the rope. Laying him down gently Cas grabbed the canteen next to the boy. Joshua slowly opened his eyes and Cas told him, "Don't move you lost a lot of blood."

"Is she gone?" Joshua pushed out in pain.

"Yes, she's no longer here, just disappeared," said Cas.

"I feel so cold," Joshua said as he shook, his skin pallor in colour.

"You'll be okay," Cas said untruthfully, "what's your name?"

"Joshua, the shield of glory, I'm an inscriber," he paused to breathe. "At least that's what I was going to be."

"Don't say that," Cas said. But he knew it was true. It was too dark and his torch was almost out. He only knew basic first aid, and Joshua needed a doctor. Cas highly doubted that there was going to be one on those around here. "You'll make it."

"I want you to know that I never tried to touch her," Joshua said breathing shallowly.

"Don't worry I know," Cas said trying to remain as calm as he can.

"I wanted to help her." He wasn't breathing as much anymore, "I wanted to die with a clean conscience."

"I know you'll make it," Cas said desperately, "just stay hopeful."

Cas heard nothing as he saw the life leave Joshua's eyes, "I told you not to do this to yourself." Cas shouted in the air. Not even one day here and he'd seen two people like him die. At least if there was one thing that he could do for Joshua, place his body in the lake for as a funeral. Scooping Joshua's body up from the ground, he walked toward the lake allowing the moonlight to lead his way.

When he finally made it to the lake he gently dropped him inside and watch him till he couldn't be seen. "Stay strong for me," Eli said.

The days continued to be filled with pain and misery. By day five Cas had mastered killing lesser demons and by day seven he perfected the art of staying hidden from his other initiates. Killing was by far the easiest way to get of this island others found more creative ways. Never the less, by his third week there he'd given up all hope in escaping the island. Something that had happened over time was the skill and strength of each initiate become more and more aggressive. This was madness, something that Cas would not wish on any of his enemies. It was easy for others to give up what made them human, but Cas knew that it was wrong to just let everything go. Even if it was for power, the price itself was too steep.

He'd been there officially for a month when he heard a large crack in the air. He woke up frightened as he saw the fire rapidly climbing the trees at an unnatural pace. Smoke filled his lungs as fire continued to engulf the forest burning hotter and hotter. "Run, he's there! I repeat Christopher is on that island," Eli was screaming to him inside the back of his head.

Cas jumped to his feet and began running for higher ground, the mountain. The demons were in a frenzy burning up within a touch of the fire that burned white hot. Cas kept slicing through them one by one running, never once stopping. Eventually he made it to the lake when he heard a snap of fingers and his body froze, "Well, well look who I have here." In front of him appeared a man with a red and gold eye, Christopher. "It figures that I would see you here, and of course you're alive too." Cas tried to say something but couldn't, "Oh my, where are my manners," he snapped his fingers.

"Who are you?" Cas screamed.

"You know I think would be highly offended right now if I hadn't known that you got reimaged." He bowed as he said, "They call me Christopher, the warlock of the order, but that's enough about me. The last time we met you were Caleb Hayes, boy twit wonder."